Back in December, I wrote a Christmas ghost story, Nightfeather: Ghosts, about a curious young woman named Sanderson, who lived in a not-particularly-desirable community called Farnham, and her even more curious encounter with ghosts, some of whom were over a century old. Well, it was a popular story, and there were calls for a sequel.

This isn’t it. I haven’t yet come up with a story to match the original. But I did once sketch out just how it was that Ms. Sanderson happened to be marooned and meet up with Mac and Doc. So here for your enjoyment is that short sketch, “Sanderson comes to Farnham.”

Thank you. And I’ve gone to visit your web site to see the story you’re two installments in the process of writing there. Horror sci-fi’s a fun genre, which the noted critic Brian Aldiss described as dating back to Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. So have fun with it.

Personally, the toughest aspect of horror I find in writing is to give a proper sense of the horrible. We’ve become so inured to gore thanks to the slasher and torture-porn movie franchises that there’s something to be said for Lovecraft’s idea of building up mood and hinting at horror.